Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2010 13:47:46 -0700
From: Brian Suddards
Subject: Sandpiper 2
Disclaimer: This story is fiction. It deals with interaction between males,
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Chapter 2
We pulled out of Malta, with total calm seas beckoning us. Up on foils we
headed for Morocco. Straight trip, across the Med. Jake had obtained a huge
flag, which now flew from the mast above the bridge. It stood out straight
when we were at 90 knots. He had casually asked me if I wanted to cut across
the Gulf of Sidra. When I enquired, he said Libya considered it territorial
waters.
"So are they going to cause problems?"
"I don't think so. Libya has been pretty laid back lately. They haven't
bothered anyone in quite a while."
"Well lets do it. We can probably out run anything but jets or helicopters."
The trip was pretty uneventful until we were about halfway across the Gulf.
I was sitting on the back deck soaking up sun when Jake said he had two
gunboats on his radar. I headed for the flying bridge.
"How far?" I asked when I got up to the bridge.
"About 6 miles. They have ordered us to heave too."
"Fucking ignore them. How fast are they coming?"
"They look to be doing about 45 knots."
"Slow to forty and let them catch up and then stay just out of there range."
"Want to play games with them?" He laughed.
"Sure. They can't catch us, so lets have a look at the assholes."
"They appear to be Russian Osa Patrol boats. They mount a 50mm gun forward
and have two 20mm mounts aft. Maximum speed is 50 knots."
We watched as they slowly came over the horizon. Both were creaming big bow
waves. They continued to order us to heave too.
"Tell them we are a US registered yacht in International Waters."
"Heave too or we will be forced to open fire." They answered.
"Fuck off." I told them.
BANG, BANG, Was there answer. Two water spouts irrupted off both port and
starboard bow.
Jake increased speed. I picked up the radio mike. Set to international
distress frequency and yelled into it.
"MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY. This is the US registered Yacht Sandpiper in
International waters, being fired upon by two unknown warships. MAYDAY,
MAYDAY."
The response from the radio was very quick.
"Sandpiper, send position."
Jake pointed at the GPS terminal. I rattled off our position and course.
"Sandpiper, support on the way. Estimate 15 minutes."
Fifteen long minutes, with the two Libyan gunboats continuing to lob shells
at us. Jake was zigzagging all over the sea.
What we didn't realize was the Osa boats were hydrofoils too. They matched
our speed increases. I didn't know if they could do our maximum or not. Jake
pushed it to the max. Although it seemed like we were pulling away, they
were still in range with their 50mm gun. I was starting to get scared. One
miss step on our part and they would hit us.
The cat and mouse game went on for the full fifteen minutes. Two FA18A
Marine attack aircraft swooped down and fired their thirty mike, mike rounds
ahead of the two boats. They immediately veered off.
The two Marine fighters made a pass at us and then headed away.
At 122 knots we made good time away from the area.
"Fuck I need a drink." I said.
"Me Too." Jake said.
Andy must have known, he came up to the bridge with two large scotches. I
had never drank scotch, so it was different for me. I almost chocked on the
first sip, but the second and third went down well.
"Maybe next time Jake, lets bypass the Gulf of Sidra."
"Sounds like an idea Ed, but maybe next time we do it at maximum."
The next few hours were quiet until we ran into a storm. We still ran on
foils, but even so we felt every wave. I finally got sea sick. The lurch and
roll got to me. What had been planned as a two day trip worked out to be
more than three. The storm ran its course until we were just 30 miles from
port in Morocco. It was still cold, not what I had expected for the Med in
mid summer.
I knew we would have to refuel in Morocco. Running at flank speed had really
used fuel. WE had not refueled in Malta.
Jake transmitted that the Sandpiper would like to dock in Silnama in
Morocco.
Silnama was a nice small port, usually used by visiting yachts. Sandpiper
had been there many times. It was also the port Sir John had used with his
paid customs agents.
We backed into our birth, called a Mediterranean Moor. Able to pull away
without backing.
Two customs guys met us. I invited them on board. I explained that Sir John
had passed away, but I was willing to continue his agreement with them. I
also told them I was interested in getting a passport for a non citizen of
Morocco. They told me 2000 Euros. I gave them the money. Two days, is what
they said. I gave them a picture of the man I wanted and they left happy.
My crew unloaded the Rover on the dock.
I was surprised it was left hand drive. I took off for Dejabo, a small city
inland. Esosa had told me lived just outside. I emailed him where I would be
staying and asked him to meet me there. I was only in my hotel for about an
hour when he showed up at my door. Although I had pictures of him, they did
not do him justice. He stood about 5 foot 11 inches tall and weighed about
165. Very smooth face, large negro lips, hair cut very short. He had large
hands and feet.
"Esosa? I'm Eddy, you are very good looking."
"You are too Eddy."
We sat down and talked for a bit. I found out he was from Nigeria. Had been
in Morocco for about two years. He had been trying to save money to get to
Spain. Now my offer was like a godsend to him. He said he would do anything
to get out of Morocco."
"Even to the point of being my slave. Sex slave."
"Yes Eddy, I'll do anything you ask if you can get me out of here."
"Take your clothes off."
He quickly stripped his clothes off. Standing nude in front of me I saw a
very well muscled body. He had a very thick 6 inch soft cock, with large
balls hanging very low. The only hair on his body was in his armpits, his
head and around his cock and balls.
"The first thing I want you to do is shave all your hair from your armpits,
ass and cock and balls. You will find shaving stuff in my bag there. In my
presence you will at all times be nude. Except of course when we are coming
into port or have company onboard. You will also address me or anyone else
onboard as MASTER."
"YES MASTER!" He said.
"Go shave."
He came back about 20 minutes later. I had him stand as I inspected his
handy work. His ass needed more shaving. When I rim I hate hair anywhere.
"Bend over the table, I'm going to shave your ass closer."
"Yes Master." Was his response.
While I shaved his ass I also looked and felt his balls and cock. He got
hard while I was jacking his cock. Nice 8.5 inch very thick cock, hard.
After I was done, I slipped my tongue down into his ass crack. I licked and
sucked at his pink rosebud. He moaned as I rimmed him.
"Are you a top or bottom Esosa?"
"A Top Master."
"What if I want to fuck you?"
"Master, if you can get me out of Morocco, I'll be anything you want
Master."
"Okay, agreed. I'll get you out of Morocco and then I will take your virgin
ass. For now I think I want to suck you off. Don't hold back, when your
ready to cumm I expect you to blow your load into my mouth. Afterward you
can suck me off."
"Thank you Master."
Well sucking his big cock was a real experience. He was so thick it was hard
for me to take him all. When he came it was a massive load, that squirted
out from around my lips, there was so much of his sweet sperm. I licked up
what I had lost and then he went down on my cock. He was a very good
cocksucker. Too soon for me, he had me blowing into his mouth. He swallowed
everything.
We spent three days enjoying each others cock. No fucking. I wanted him to
fuck me, but also wanted to wait until I had him totally under my control.
Just before we left to head back to my Yacht, Esosa told me I could get
several boys, who were willing to do anything to get to Spain.
"Do you know them?"
"Yes Master."
"Well I have a very horny Captain, who likes to fuck tight asses."
"I can get three or four boys that will do anything if you move them to
Spain. I know the owner of the Sandpiper used to do this. All they want is
to be out of Morocco and in Spain. Your Captain would have three or four
boys to use as he wants."
"Make the calls as you wish."
Esosa was as good as his word. When we left town I had three extra boys in
back.
We met the customs guys and they handed me Esosa's passport. They also
turned a blind eye to the three boys that boarded the yacht. I slipped them
another three hundred Euros.
"Jake I brought you and the crew three boys to use anyway you would like.
Esosa is mine and mine alone."
"Your more like Sir John everyday Ed."
"Only thing I want to see is all of them nude all the time they are
onboard."
"Consider it a rule Eddy."
"Next port of call Spain. You pick the port."
We left Morocco, and as soon as we were away from the port, every single boy
was ordered to strip. Now we had four great looking African boys walking
around nude. Everyone used them. Except for Esosa, he was mine.
Jake had set his course in and let the autopilot handle it. The Med was a
mill pond, hardly a ripple. He took advantage of it. I think he had already
fucked at least two boys the first day. I know both Andy and Jimmy had two
boys either fucking them or sucking them. With all the fucking and sucking
going on it was tough to get a decent meal on board. Esosa was a very
accomplished cook. He proved to be more than adequate.
Esosa, also did something else. He always stayed by my side. Either one step
behind me or on his knees be side me as I sat. I still had not fucked his
ass, but he had watched as I had fucked one of the other boys. The kid I
picked was very tight and screamed a lot as I entered him. Esosa sucked on
his cock as I fucked him. I did it on the back deck, in full view of
everything. Andy told me after it looked hot. I told him to take the boy, as
he was bigger than me. He told me only after the Captain had him.
"Fuck that Shit. Call everyone down to the Lounge."
Everyone came down to the lounge. All were served drinks. Everyone on board
was present.
"Okay. New rule. I am in command of this Yacht. No one, no one has priority
over anyone else. I offered you Momo to Andy, Andy told me he would not take
you until the Captain had used you. Sorry Captain, you don't have priority
over anyone. I don't know and don't care what arrangement was made between
you and Sir John. Sir John is dead and gone. I command here. If I bring any
boys on board for the crew to use, the only one who has priority is me.
Granted Esosa is mine and mine alone. Captain all the boys are open to
anyone using them first, last or anytime. Any problems with that Jake?'
"I'm sorry Ed. That's not acceptable to me. I am Captain of this Yacht. I
expect some privileges associated with that position."
"Got a recommendation for your replacement?" I said.
"Sir! You would replace me as Captain because I want first dibs at tight boy
asses?
"Yes Jake, I would."
"Why?"
"Jake you want something that only I have. You want to just a little better
than everyone else. Every part of my crew are equal. You too. So you decide,
do you want to be part of this crew where everyone is equal, as I choose it,
or do you want to look for another job?"
"You are different than Sir John."
"Sir John is Dead and gone. I now own outright the Sandpiper. You work for
me, not Sir John. Either accept my rules or find yourself another job. I
will not accept anything less."
"And the next time anyone of this crew mentions Sir John, they are fired."
"Ed, I like my job here. I will follow your rules."
"Good. Captain what's our ETA in our next port of call?'
"Twenty two hours Ed. We will be in Majorca in about one day."
"Gives you time to fuck all these boys. And gives me time too. Even Andy
wants to fuck a few. Jimmy wants to have them all fuck him. Right Jimmy?
"Oh yes. Their such good looking."
"Carry on. Rules are my rules from now on."
"Come on Esosa, I want to taste you again, maybe I will fuck you too."
Esosa followed me to my cabin.
When we got down to my cabin.
"Master, I have never had a cock inside me, except my mouth."
"First time for everything boy."
"Esosa, I also want you to fuck my ass. I like it both ways. But first I am
going to fuck you boy."
"Master, you said I that I would be free of Morocco. You have taken me from
there. Now what Master. Now I am only on your boat. So I changed one prison
for another."
"Esosa, you are wrong. I have a passport for you, a Moroccan passport, you
can be anyone or be anything you want."
"You have a passport for me Master?"
"Yes Esosa."
"Master, you are really my Master now. I will do anything you wish. Master
you have made me so happy. Master I love you."
"Esosa, you can leave anytime you want."
"No Master. I will be your slave as long as you want me Master."
"Good."
My family was brought up in the southern states of America. Owning slaves
did not happen in the twenty first century. But now I had a black slave,
granted he was only a sex slave, but it brought back memories from my Great
Grandfather. I knew my family came from Great Britain, but I also knew it
went back several hundred years.
"Kneel boy and suck me off."
He dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. I loved it, he was
so good. He didn't take long to get me off. I headed for a shower, he
automatically joined me, washing my body. Damn having a body slave was
fantastic, even in the twenty first century.
"Esosa, you will always sleep in my bed, even if I have company. You will
always be prepared to service me or my guest. You will always do anything I
ask or my guest, except you will not allow my guests to fuck your ass. That
belongs to me and me alone. Do you understand Esosa?"{
"Yes Master. You are going to take my virgin ass as your own Master?"
"Yes."
"Master, I have never had someone inside there. I'm told it will hurt.
Please Master be gentle with me. I love you Master."
"Esosa, when I take you it will be very gentle. I have come to like you too
Esosa. It's not love yet, but I will never give you up to anyone, ever."
"Master, I have had my cock inside you and shared my sperm inside. Please
Master share your sperm with me. I know it will be very painful, but Master
I need you inside me as I am inside you."
"I'm going to explain everything I am going to do as I go along. Get on your
knees on the bed Esosa."
I grabbed a tube of lube from my night stand. I knelt behind him and spread
his nice brown ass cheeks apart. I looked at his pink rose bud, such a
contrast to his dark brown ass. I dove in with my tongue, giving him a lot
of pleasure as I rimmed his nice looking hole. He moaned continually as I
rimmed him.
"I am going to begin to loosen you up now. First I'll use one finger. As you
get used to it I will use two and then three fingers."
I lubed up one finger and slowly forced it inside him. It slipped in pretty
easy. So easy in fact that I immediately slipped in another. He groaned as
the second went in. I slowly worked them in and out and then slipped a
third. This time he yelled that it really hurt. I ignored his cries as I
worked all three in and out. After a few minutes he stopped yelling and
started to moan. Time for the main event. I pulled my fingers out and lubed
my cock. I also squirted some lube inside his hole. I placed my cock against
his hole.
"Esosa, when I start in I want you to push out like you want to take a
shit."
I started to push into him. He started to cry in pain as my cock forced it's
way in past his ass muscles. When I had about one inch inside him I stopped.
I felt his muscles clenching on my cock head. When he was relaxed once I
pushed another inch inside. This time he let out a wail of pain. Was not
going to stop now. He was even tighter than the other African boy I had, had
earlier. However I was going to have to hurry or I would be blowing before I
was all the way inside. I backed a little and then pushed with all my
strength. My cock went balls deep into him. When he let out a louder scream,
I pushed his head down into the bed. I held my cock deep inside him for a
few minutes. The I slowly pulled back and then went back in. Two or three
more thrusts and I knew I was going to blow. I actually made four and then
held it deep inside as I shot my load into his bowels. As my cock went soft,
I left it inside and just held him.
"You okay Esosa?"
"Yes Master, but it still hurts."
"Well I am going to let you rest with me inside. When I get hard again I
will do it some more. It will get better the more times I do you."
"Okay Master."
I rolled him onto his side, spooning next to him with my cock still inside
his tight ass. I reached over and slowly jacked his cock. It felt so good
holding that huge sausage, I started to get hard again. He too was quite
hard by the time I was very hard inside him. As I started to fuck him again
he still grunted in pain as I went in, but groaned as I pulled back. I kept
a nice slow pace. It did not take long before he was groaning in pleasure
even when I entered him. I speeded up my pace. I lifted one of legs to give
me better access. Then I started to really pound his ass. He groaned in pain
the first two hard thrusts, before he again was murmuring in pleasure. It
took me almost a hour before I was ready to blow again. My second shot into
him was almost as big as my first. My cock deflated very fast afterward. I
pulled out of him. I rolled him onto his back. I saw his balls pulled up
tight and knew he was ready to blow. As soon as I slipped his cock head in
my mouth he unloaded. A huge load filled me up and I had to swallow very
fast not to miss a drop. The only thing I loved better than rimming was
rimming a guy after I had fucked him. I had Esosa sit up on my face as I
started to rim him again. Damn what a sweet taste, my cumm mixed with his
ass juices. After giving his ass a good cleaning I stood up and told Esosa
to suck my cock clean. He only hesitated a second before he was on his knees
cleaning me up.
"How do feel now Esosa?"
"Sore Master. The second time was not as bad as the first."
"Well I will fuck you again tonight and tomorrow morning. Each time after I
finish I will do the same thing, rim you clean and then you can lick my cock
clean."
"Yes Master."
"Now lets go have a shower."
After the shower, I put on shorts and a t-shirt and headed up stairs. I told
Esosa to change the bed and then come up to the bridge.
When I got to the bridge one of the negro boys was sitting on the deck next
to Jake.
"Ed, I want to apologize for my remarks earlier. You are right, I was wrong.
I have also become very fond of this young man here. I only wish we didn't
have to drop him off in Majorca."
"Well without papers of any kind, he would be prisoner on the boat."
"Well I was thinking of that Ed. Your late Uncle also had some kind of deal
with some Spanish authorities. I wonder if I could make some kind of deal
with them to get him a passport."
"Good plan Jake."
Esosa came up to the bridge and then followed me down to the lounge. He went
and got me a cold beer. Andy and Jimmy both expressed interest in keeping
the other two boys. That meant three Spanish passports. Well we could only
try. I wondered about Brian. If these three stayed with Jake, Andy and
Jimmy, that would leave him alone. I called him on the intercom and had him
come up.
When he arrived, I brought the subject up.
"Well Ed, it is good you were thinking of me, but I had already discussed it
with Andy and Jimmy. They told me they would be happy to share. I almost
always sleep in either Andy's or Jimmy's bed. Now it will be three instead
of two. More fun Ed."
"I was surprised that Andy topped that boy."
"Well he really is versatile, like Jimmy, but prefers to get screwed. Only
Jake is the true top. Jake won't even suck cock and dose not always like to
be sucked."
Jake called down that we would be in Majorca in about an hour. I told all
the boys to get shorts on. Andy was making dinner, it would be ready after
we docked. I went back on the bridge to watch coming into port. Majorca was
a very old city, I had heard it was originally built by the Romans. It was
also a very busy seaport. When we enquired about docking, they moved us to a
private dock. We were met by a very distinguished looking customs officer.
He came on board as soon as we tied up.
I introduced myself and asked if he was the officer who handled my late
Uncle before.
He introduced himself as Senor Marco Salinas. He also told me my Uncle and
him had an arrangement. I enquired about getting three passports for the
boys on board. He told me 5,000 Euros each and it would take about ten days.
He also wanted to sample all the boys.
It was apparently the arrangement he had with my Uncle. My Uncle would bring
boys over and he would find them jobs as call boys until they had paid off
the debt for the papers he supplied and then they could do as they wished.
My uncle also got a kick back from him. He handed me a brief case, inside
was about 100,000 Euros in cash. I handed him back 15,000 Euros for the
passports.
"Now I knew how my Uncle made money. He smuggled boys. Not a bad idea.
He stayed on board for about three days and used all three African boys. He
told me he was sorry they wanted to stay. He could have found them very good
employment. Black African boys were in high demand in Spain and the rest of
Europe.
After he left I sat down with my crew.
"My late Uncle had a very good thing going for himself. That Customs guy
just paid me close to 100,000 Euros for the take on boys my uncle brought
over before. Are you guys into making another run into Morocco to pick up a
half dozen more. He told me it would be worth another 100,000 Euros if I
could bring 6 or more boys over. Esosa knows of many non citizens in
Morocco, who would do anything to get to Spain."
"Well Ed, I knew your late Uncle had an arrangement, but did not know he was
making this much on that deal. I would be willing if you are planning
splitting the cash."
"Yeah everyone gets a share, equal share. I already have more money than I
could ever spend, so you four will split all the cash coming in."
The whole crew were enthusiastic about the new deal.
"Okay, once we have the passports for the three boys, we will make a quick
run to Morocco."
We spent a great 10 days in Spain. Someone was always on board, but Esosa
and I went and got a grand suite in a hotel, where I fucked him several
times and I had him fuck me too. I was growing very fond of my sex slave. He
doted on me, doing everything I wanted, anytime I wanted. We even fucked
once in our rental car over looking the harbour.
I had a long talk with Marcos, I told him we would make a run to Morocco to
pick up a half dozen boys. I also told him after those six we would not be
back for a while. He told me my Uncle only came to Spain about once or twice
a year. That would work out good. I wanted to head around the world on my
new yacht. Eventually ending up in Portland Oregon.
I talked to Jake to set up the run into Morocco. I told him to arrange to
fuel us up and refill the water tanks. I had Esosa contact boys who wanted
to get to Spain. I told Jake I wanted to arrive in Morocco after dark and
leave before dawn. Esosa would have all the boys in Silnama. We would load
them, pay off the customs guys and our fuel costs and fuck off quick. Make a
fast, high speed run to Spain, lose the boys and head East for Corsica.
I was very surprised how well it worked out. In less than thirty hours were
heading for Corsica. Another 100,000 Euros richer and on our way.
God I loved this Yacht. It was so fast and comfortable. The scenery inside
was as good as that outside. Four, very good looking nude black boys inside
and the warm smooth med sliding by under the foils. I was now almost black
from all the sun I was getting. My kind of weather.
>From Corsica, after a short stop we headed for the Greek Islands. Andy's
home island was our next stop. Minos, a small island off the mainland, maybe
two hundred residents. His only living relative was his paternal grand
mother and she was almost ninety. He wanted to see her one more time before
we headed out on my world tour.
We anchored in the bay and hoisted out one of our boats. Andy took off to
see his Grand Mother. He was back in less than an hour. She had died almost
three weeks earlier. Leaving nothing more than a small house, he had given
it to his neighbor. Now he had no ties left. I was sad for him, after
loosing my parents and I guess my uncle. Now his whole life was the
Sandpiper.
"Sir, Ed, I have nothing now except the Sandpiper and you. As long as you
want me I will serve you Sir."
"Andy, you are one of a kind. You will always be welcome here or anywhere
else we are. All of my crew I am fond of. Lets go see more of this world and
enjoy everything, particularly its boys, that it has to offer."
I keyed the intercom.
"Jake, lets head for Israel."
"Good as done Ed. ETA 70 hours on foils at cruise."
TBC
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